Check the closet

You scan the room for anything useful. Her closet is the obvious place to start. You tiptoe over, placing one hand over the other as you reach for the doorknob. It turns easily in your grasp.

You smile at the familiar sight of your mom's closet. The scent of her perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the sweet smell of the clothes inside. You breathe it in, feeling a rush of excitement and a twinge of guilt. This isn't the first time you've snuck in here, but each time the thrill never gets old.

You slide the closet door open, the smooth metal gliding silently on its tracks. The space inside is well organized, with hanging rods at different heights to accommodate your mom's varied collection of clothes. You scan the racks and notice a bag at the bottom which you have never seen before. The logo on the bad reads "Ann Summers". You are surprised. "What's the special occasion?" you wonder as you grab the bag and make your way on moms bed.